rare flower
the moment you learn that an old friend is the friend of an older friend
the moment you learn that an old friend is the friend of an older friend
old redwood holds out its shining toenail clipping for the world to see
a thing well known has a life of its own a thing well said is already dead
mind goes from this to that, from past to future. words and images come and go, in waves. the fog that settles in the bay sustains the mighty redwood.